It all started when my friend Aubrey came to me and said, "Write me a poem."
"What about?" I asked. (Not that I thought I could do it; but I wanted to try.)
"Gnomes," she said. (Aubrey loves gnomes; don’t ask me why.)
Thus, this was born:

The Gnome Poem
by Anna
to Aubrey

Gnomes are short, bearded, and fat
With bright, jolly eyes and red pointed hats
Some wear blue coats, a belt buckle or two
Some might go barefoot, but ones I’ve met are shoed.

The Gnomes are bouncing on the spider's web,
just like a trampoline,
the spider's don't appreciate this
but don't wish to be mean

so they just push a shove a bit
oh, no-- it's quite gentle, sure,
they just want to fix their traps
and the fly cunningly lure

but the gnomes are too loud next door,
they want to have a party,
the spiders rolled their eyes and said,
'We should'a moved away, see?'